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David Lewiston Sharpe
David Lewiston Sharpe
(November 11th 1976 / Oxford, England)
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David has been writing poetry for over fifteen years and has been working primarily on an open-ended sonnet sequence since early 1999. This work began as a response to two journeys through Egypt, with the 'Fifteen Theban Sonnets', and has continued with themes of history and inner psychological transformations; memory and time are common refrains in this sequence. He is also engaged on a long ... more »
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David Lewiston Sharpe Poems
At The City Gates
No war-machine or ram, nor Jericho-shouts and blasts
Will bring these city gates and walls to crumble down;
Though yet, says time, no proud eternal city lasts.... more »
Summer Skies
There is no finer junction in the spectrum
Than that abutment found of blue and green,
Not gold and silver’s marriage as electrum
Will ever be the equal, nor has it ever been.... more »
Foreland Point
With sullen grandeur, a melted, frozen arm
Of out-stretched land rests coldly, tearfully,
Embraced by the cool, caressing, kissing sea
And revelling in its elemental charm;... more »
Amelioration
That kiss of greeting doubled as goodbye.
But when you sat beside me in the hall,
The cold worlds coalesced in one warm sigh,
Affirming for an instant this was all... more »
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Amelioration
That kiss of greeting doubled as goodbye.
But when you sat beside me in the hall,
The cold worlds coalesced in one warm sigh,
Affirming for an instant this was all
That I desired. But the gentle breeze
Which held aloft the leaf one static moment,
Blew again and took it from the trees
Of Spring – its modest covenant was spent.
That you were there outshone the great event:
I was the centre of the throng and crowd
Who could not know how little this all meant,
Despite the light my work had been allowed.
Glory faded with that fleeting kiss
Which ...
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